Each night is an eternity, each day a prison sentence. Steven's gone to Virginia for a family event and I'm left by myself. I find myself turning to say something to him, or thinking what he may like for dinner when I realize...

This is probably a taste of what's to come. I have to face the fact that he really wants to leave. Although his words waver, his actions do not.

There are times when I can push it out of my thoughts, enough to seem normal. It seems I've only prayer now......that he will ..... make a committment with me.